Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.